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Feb 2019
the waking hours can be chaotic,

like being in the eye of the storm

I see the destruction around me,

hear the deafening sounds of the winds,

and i'm not sure which way to go,

if I was to run away

but after it dissipates, the days return

to a peaceful, harmonious state

and nights with her are calm and tranquil
all things in balance
Colten Sorrells
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Colten Sorrells  27/M/West Virginia
(27/M/West Virginia)   
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